The divine realm of Middle-earth.
One of the Nine Heavens, the Ancient Emperor Heaven.
The Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Imperial City and the Imperial Palace, and the East Palace Dinner Hall.
In the hall, there was a lot of cheers and noisy voices. The topic about fate started by Zhao Wujiang and Ji Boying was quickly unfolded.
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, many people were in a state of high spirits, and their words had lost some of their usual defensiveness, and most of them spoke with emotion.
What is destiny? How to plan?
What is fate and what is luck?
Opinions vary.
It's as complicated as destiny. How can anyone explain it clearly in just a few words?
Regarding fate and fate, some people say that fate is the excuse of the weak, and luck is the humility of the strong.
Others retort that luck is the humble saying of the strong, but fate is not an excuse for the weak, but the helplessness of the weak.
As the saying goes, everything is fate and nothing is up to you.
How can a weak person resist when faced with fate? I can't resist at all, I can only drift along the river of fate in the destined direction.
And luck fully demonstrates the irresistibility of fate.
Some people already have a lot of things, but fate keeps pushing more treasures into them.
There is someone who has nothing but life, yet he keeps tormenting him.
Misfortune only seeks misfortune.
However, some people gloat about misfortune and hold themselves high, saying that the suffering people are in deep suffering just because they don't work hard enough.
It seems that as long as you work hard, you can get rid of bad luck and the fate that has been blessed on your body.
It's a pity that fate seems to be a bit bully and shy of the strong.
There were sighs in the hall, and someone asked, what is it that controls destiny?
Someone answered that if there is a god in the world, then it is the god who controls the destiny. If there are immortals in the world, then it is the immortal who controls the destiny.
If there is none, then the one who controls destiny is God.
After speaking, the person who answered looked up.
Zhao Wujiang drank lightly and listened to everyone's words.
Prince Ji Boying took over the conversation and said with a slight smile:
"When it comes to Heaven, which controls destiny, then we have to mention the Way of Heaven."
As soon as Ji Boying said these words, many guests fell silent, as if they were secretive about the word "Tiandao".
The way of heaven should not be spoken in vain, especially for those who practice Taoism.
Ji Boying smiled indifferently:
"It is said that heaven is impermanent, and destiny is in the hands of heaven. Otherwise, why would the fate we have glimpsed be called a secret?
The Dao of Heaven is illusory, and many monks say that the Dao of Heaven exists, especially the Taoists of the Tian Sect.
But, between you and me, who has seen the way of heaven?
Destiny is like the way of heaven, invisible.
Even the secrets we glimpse are only a possibility of future destiny and can be changed.
This shows that both fate and luck can be changed.
I believe that even if fate is really in the hands of the so-called heaven, I can still control it myself. "
There was a commotion in the hall, and everyone was shaken by the prince's words that the way of heaven is destiny, and those words that were so overbearing that they were contrary to the way of heaven.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were pitch black with dots of purple light and starlight, as deep as night.
Ji Bo's handsome cheeks were smudged by the alcohol, and there was a hint of blush. He held up the wine glass, swung it and said:
"The Ji family originated from the Xuanyuan family in the ancient times.
The Xuanyuan clan was destroyed, destroyed in that disaster!
Do you know what that disaster was?
It’s the way of heaven!
The way of heaven was harmful and unfair, and wanted to destroy all living beings. The ancestors rose up to resist, and countless people came forward and died in that disaster.
Even the demon god, who was so powerful in ancient times and so amazingly talented and beautiful, could not survive.
We are the descendants of the survivors. We are ascetics, but what we practice is not the way of heaven.
Why should we be so in awe of the existence that destroys us?
Regardless of the way of heaven, destiny, luck, no matter how fate is arranged, I will not...will not..."
"Your Highness, you are drunk." Yang Guogong frowned deeply and suddenly pressed Ji Boying's shoulders with his big hand.
Ji Boying trembled all over and said nothing.
Zhao Wujiang frowned. Was the disaster in the ancient years caused by heaven?
No way? So cliché? Is it the way of heaven again?
